"Why are you telling me the truth?" the man in gray turned his head and asked Tang Jia.

He sounded so calm, but if you looked closely, you could see that his body was trembling slightly.

"Because you're my protagonist. Tang Jia replied.

He squinted at the man in gray, his body shaking constantly, looking like a ridiculous clown.

Tang Jia had a smile on his face, and that kind of smile was like a fish out of water, and he had to grow his mouth and breathe heavily to relieve the temporary pain.

"But you're wrong, it's not that I told you, but if you ask, I'll answer. Tang Jia shook his finger and seriously corrected the mistake of the man in gray.

"What is the main character, who are you?" asked the man in gray again.

Tang Jia sat back in his chair comfortably, he crossed Erlang's 'legs', completely without the aristocratic atmosphere he used to have, but like a street hooligan.

He waved his hand at the man in gray and said, "You'll know later, and if you ask the right question, I'll always answer you." ”

After a slight pause, Tang Jia looked at the eyes of the man in gray again and said, "I won't lie to you, you can rest assured." ”

The two of them looked at each other, and they both 'revealed' inexplicable smiles.

The eastern sky gradually turned white, and a new sun rose on the vast sea.

The red light shines on the surface of the sea, awakening the people who are enjoying their last leisure time on the deck.

As the sun rises, the light turns into a dazzling golden color. **Naked' daylight shines on each **body**, reflecting the beautiful bronze 'color' light.

Tang Jia was wearing a black 'colored' robe. He stood at the front of the overtime, looking up at the hot sun, burning the earth and letting out long breaths.

Behind Tang Jia, there were several people kneeling on one knee.

In addition to the tall man I saw before, there is also a skinny old man in a robe, a beautiful lady who can't take his eyes off, and a ** who is only three or four years old.

"Alright, let's get started. Tang Jia said.

He stretched and stretched his body curled up under his clothes, and the people behind him clenched their fists and retreated.

After about two minutes, there was a rumbling sound from behind Tang Jia.

"I seem to understand what you said you had to do. ”

A faint voice sounded from behind Tang Jia, and the man in gray stood on the deck with his back to him and looked out, as far as his eyes could see, there was a magnificent sea of fire.

The stunningly bright light shone on the face of the man in gray, and he squinted his eyes, and his long eyelashes resisted the invasion of this dazzling light.

It was a battle of artillery, and countless shells were struck on the island called Bermuda, and then blocked by the island's magnificent sky.

The artillery fire and spells in the sky are relentlessly attacked. But the sky was as solid as ever, and not even a single crack was broken.

"Oh, that's pretty good. Tang Jia replied with a smile, breaking a piece of fluffy grass in his hand.

But on the other side, on the majestic and towering white 'color' tower, Qing Zhan was standing on the rooftop looking up at the sky.

The sky was bursting with brilliant lightning, and it looked as thrilling as the end of the world.

But at this time, the city is extremely lively.

Crowds of people are shuttling through the streets and alleys, using neon lights made of mana around the streets and houses, looking at the past from a distance, like a galaxy.

Because of the attack of the Black Federation, the sky became darker, and the sunlight lost contact with the ground, and only the colored lights and the 'color' color blooming in the sky became a tool for people to illuminate.

Under the organization of Qingzhan, people lived the Lantern Festival, and the peace and tranquility of the island were beyond the imagination of the outside world.

It's just that this time, when will the attack stop?

Sure enough, as Bai Ruoqiong expected, the Black Federation began to attack in the morning, and this time the attack lasted for several hours, making it impossible to distinguish day and night.

Fortunately, there is no day and night on the island itself, so this matter is not very important.

Now what Qingzhan has to do is to maintain the psychology of the people on the island.

It's not the first time most people have experienced this kind of situation, but in any case, they are just civilians, and there will always be a panic.

A long time ago, Qing Zhan was probably one of them, 'mixed' in the crowd, becoming an insignificant speck of dust.

But when did it start to change? was it after entering the White Tower, or the moment I met Tang Songluo, or when I left Moonlight Island?

I'm afraid not, Qing Zhan thought.

Probably when she was in her mother's arms, she was no longer able to become a speck of dust.

Even though she thought so.

The magnificent light illuminated Qingzhan's pure face, and all she had to do until now was to wait patiently. Wait for the Black Federation's attack to pass, wait for them to get tired, wait for time to pass.

Qingzhan had the illusion that at this time, time was still.

She closed her eyes and felt the subtle breath flowing around her, and these subtle flowing winds were like 'spirits', fluttering around the lamp.

This is a rare leisure time, and while Qingzhan is enjoying herself alone, she hears a rush of footsteps behind her.

The footsteps came from far and near, and soon ran behind Qing Zhan.

"Princess, save Your Highness!" the cuckoo's voice rose with sorrow.

Her harsh 'female' voice looked particularly poignant in the dark 'color' night, but it really looked like the legend of the cuckoo crying blood.

Qing Zhan turned around, but saw that it was Gardenia who couldn't pull the cuckoo, so he had to stand there alive.

The cuckoo's hair was already messy, and the clothes made Gardenia messy. The calm appearance on weekdays is completely gone.

There were still tears on that face, a pair of eyes were red, and tears fell out, which could not be stopped no matter what.

"What's going on?" Qingzhan hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the cuckoo who was kneeling on the ground.

Unexpectedly, the cuckoo refused to get up, and after breaking free from the lamp, he began to kowtow.

Gardenia, who was standing on the side, said angrily: "Sister Cuckoo just came in and ran in without saying a word, and she couldn't pull it, and I didn't have time to ask anything, so I came over to disturb the princess." ”

Qing Zhan glared at Gardenia, turned her head and asked Cuckoo again, "What's wrong with Arlene?"

The cuckoo raised his head and looked at Qing Zhan with a pair of tearful eyes. She grabbed the hem of Qingzhan's skirt with her hand and cried: "Your Highness, Your Highness is dying!

The cuckoo's voice flew out of the sky.

Above the black 'colored' sky, a long and narrow gap suddenly opened. The sunlight shining through the cracks is like a 'female' god born somewhere.

But this is not a miracle, but a precursor to the firmament, a rupture!